Gilt Lyrics

Richest Junkie Still Alive

You sit around and you nurse your hive
The richest junkie still alive
And I won’t die on my cross for you
And I won’t do that time for you

It don’t stop me
Don’t stop me
Don’t stop me
Don’t feel the same

You sit around and you count your pearls
The richest junkie in the world
And over me you will not swarm
The parasites keep your body warm

It don’t stop me
Don’t stop me
Don’t stop me
Don’t feel the same
Don’t stop feeding the freezing flame
The wider the damage, the deeper the vein
Supply and demand is the name of the game
It don’t feel the same

Hopeless troops on the border
some of your sicker saints
you sit around and you nurse your hive
the richest junkie still alive

Kiss Destroyer

We are slaves in our bedsheets
Sunk to a new low
Is there something inside?
Something you hide?
A chain of sores
A chain of sores

We all suffer the symptoms
Of a subtle disease
Is this something a toy
For you to employ?
Something left that a kiss
Could not destroy

Boil the water
I really love the daughter
She’s a flower
She’s a scar

We are safe in our bedsheets
Sunk to a new low
Boil the water
A lamb led to the slaughter
It’s a flower
It’s a scar

Suicide King

Know your faults
Know your friends
Be prepared to take revenge

Thought I feed it
Keep it alive
Watch it dissolve into slaughterhouse five
Thought I could feed it sift the debris
Heir to the throne of a suicide king

-Bend like a reed in the wind-
Violator diplomat
They slip their fingers in
Is it alive sift the debris
Heir to the throne of a suicide king
-Bend like a reed in the wind-

The simple plots become confused
The jaws are locked and we are immune
From the horizon

They slip their fingers in
She smells like the future of money
She smells like everything
Simple plots become comfused
The jaws are locked and
We are immune

Animal Mass

Most people want to watch you bleed
But I fall somewhere in between
Most people like to feed off each other
But I’m just looking for an animal lover
And animal mass shall be the whole of the law

An animal’s will is an animal’s claws
An animal’s will is an animal’s claws

Most people hide the ways of sin
But we know what goes on within
Most people like to trip
But we stayed awake for the city slip

The breeze and the city’s gone to seed
Open sores- you know are going to bleed

The Soft Collision

Soft now- the lips that dragged me down
Soft now- until I hit the ground
The night is soft
The light is soft
And i don’t want to wear this off- tonight
Sleep alone- seems to me
The virus bleeds

Soft now- she played her love scenes well soft now-
Should have sensed the sulphur smell
Soften the blow
Finger to tongue tongue to finger
Honey smear
Finger to tongue tongue to finger
Soften the blow

Solar Temple

What lies we tell ourselves
Behind the blue motel
Out on the frontage road
Down by the interstate
We open up our sores
We cauterize ourselves
Behind the blue motel
Down by the interstate

Satisfied- full of pride
We become what we defy
Satisfied- comatose
We become what we fear most

What lies we tell ourselves
We open up our sores
We cauterize ourselves
Behind the blue motel
Like the insect in the hive
Like the richest junkie still alive

Satisfied- full of pride
We become what we deny

Satisfied cast aside
The solar lodge has its stride

(Softcore kickstand honey at the source
You could hardly see him he came out of nowhere
Always a friend of the victim at the slaughter of the
Innocents)

Tryst

I’m attracted by the fabric of waste
Watching ourselves as our bodies decay
And though some love remains
I’m attracted by this waste
Watching ourselves as our bodies decay
Watching ourselves as our bodies
Decay

This is a tryst this is discipline
The discipline of flowers always takes me in

Casual Users

They are casual users they come together
They explode in the beauty of the drugs of summer
We were casual users we were young and stupid
And I can never remember the time
We crossed over that line

And I’m never going back
I didn’t mean it this time
I got confused
Just want to sleep it off for a while

I’m never going back
I’ve got this slave mentality
That keeps on fucking with me
The truth is slow torture
I’ve got this slave mentality
That keeps on fucking with me
Two words- whatever comes

I’m never going back
I didn’t mean it this time
I got confused
Just want to sleep it off for a while
Never going back

They are casual users they are unencumbered
They are sweetly stupid they are far outnumbered
We were casual users we were young and useless
And I never remember the time
We crossed over that line

Twofold Godhead

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Last

Jesus lifted his last restraint
At the end of the century
And I couldn’t even begin to tell you
What he saw in her anyway
She threw her head back
She threw her head back
And that beauty spilled out across the high way
Like a glittering trail of venom and diamonds

Coming down off a mountain of pills
Designed to keep him in ecstasy
And I couldn’t even begin to tell you
What he saw in her anyway
She threw her head back
She threw her head back
And that beauty spilled out across the highway
Like a glittering daughter of Isadora Duncan

This is the last fucking time
This is the last time

She’s a slow harbor
Looks at me as she comes
Insect sounds in the field
She’s the breeze
Takes away the fear in me
Takes away the fear in me

This is the last fucking time
This is the last time

Serpico

Sick of the song
Sick of the soul
Sick of the band
And the lack of control
Sick of the sound
Sick of the friends
Something’s gone wrong
I thought I heard the old man say
As the insides spilled out
Into the cold mountain air
And I never thought I would feel
Never thought I would feel this way
He’d been dying or dead for years
And this was just his way of saying
Let them hear it in the night